Saturday Morning

We made love twice more that night. I think the last one was technically morning. I didn't think I'd have another in me, let alone two, but Chelsea wouldn't take no for an answer. She licked and sucked and stroked my flaccid cock, feeling it grow slowly thicker and harder between her lips. Then the moaning next door picked up and suddenly I was ready to join the action.

We finally passed out around 4am, still wrapped up in each others' arms and kissing lightly as we drifted off to sleep. I woke up on the final morning of our trip around 10am feeling... different. For the first morning that week, I wasn't sporting a massive erection. I felt satisfied. Like everything had come to the perfect climax (pun intended) and it was a good time to move on and maybe process everything a bit.

I was also thirsty as hell and Chelsea was still dead asleep. I yanked my arm from underneath her and shook it out, trying to circulate the blood back to my hands and wrist. With wobbly hands and shaky legs, I pulled on a pair of mesh shorts and stumbled out the bedroom door and up the stairs.

When I reached the top of the steps, I was smacked in the face with a serious case of deja vu. Lisa was already in the kitchen. Her back was to me as she poured ground beans into the coffee maker. She was wearing a red t-shirt that was seemingly cut in half. Her lower back was completely exposed along with her beautiful bulbous butt, covered only by a pair of black lace panties, stretched tight to each cheek.

"Oh, hey!" she said when she turned around and saw me standing, gawking at her at the top of the stairs. "Everything alright?"

Uhhhhh......... was what went through my brain. Her shirt was cut so short that the bottoms of her braless breasts were visible. If she lifted her arms up, I'd get a full glimpse of her nipples. I literally had just fucked this girl two nights ago, woken up next to her naked yesterday morning and fucked her again and she still melted my brain with how sexy she could be.

"Yea," I said, blinking and shaking my head, trying to clear some hard drive for some actual thoughts. "There's just a glitch in the Matrix I think."

Lisa looked at me puzzled. "Is that what I am? A glitch?"

"No," I said. "Well, maybe. It's got to be some sort of glitch for a girl to end up as hot as you."

Lisa's puzzled look turned to a warm smile. "You don't have to charm me with your cheesy lines anymore."

"Can't help it," I told her. "They just come out. I don't think there's a whole lot of blood in my brain right now."

"Looks like it's somewhere else," Lisa said, nodding down toward my crotch.

Jesus. Just when I thought I wouldn't have a morning wood problem this morning, leave it to Lisa to kick start it with one glance.

"It means deja vu," I said.

"What does?"

"The glitch in the Matrix. When they get deja vu, it means there's a glitch in the Matrix."

Lisa didn't answer. She just stared at me blankly and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"I'm guessing you came up to get some water or Gatorade? For Lauren?" Her expression changed in tone. I could tell she meant more than just what she was asking.

"Yea," I responded. I started walking toward the refrigerator. "Well, I came up to get water but it's for me. And Lauren and I didn't sleep together last night. Well, not sleep sleep like actually sleep in the same bed. I slept with Chelsea. After, you know, the beach and everything."

"Oh, I know," Lisa replied taking a sip from her coffee. I reached for the refrigerator door, grabbing the handle but stopping before I opened it.

"Look, I'm sorry," I said. "I got myself in over my head yesterday. I woke up with you and you made me promise that we would sneak off together again-"

"I made you promise?"

"No," I stammered. "You didn't make me. I agreed. I wanted to." I took a deep breath. "But then I ended up in the shower with Lauren and she also made me-" Another deep breath. "I also agreed to... you know, find some alone time with her as well. I felt bad saying no to her. She was the only girl in the group I hadn't, you know, gone all the way with. I would have felt bad turning her down and having her be the only one. It sounds stupid and insane now to say but that's why I chose to sit with her at the bonfire and then hook up with her on the beach."

Lisa looked at me dead in the eyes. She stepped forward, her gaze growing in intensity as she closed the gap between us.

"You know," she finally said. "If it were any of the other boys, I wouldn't believe them. If it were Robert or Chris - especially Chris - or Liam, I would think that's just some excuse they came up with so they could hook up with one more girl in the house, add one more notch to their belt."

She placed a finger on my chest.

"But not you. You I actually believe. I really do think that you were looking out for her and that you didn't mean to hurt me."

"I do have to confess that I was also looking forward to hooking up with Lauren and that I did feel really bad ditching our plans."

"You're too thoughtful for your own good, you know that?"

"It's a blessing and a curse," I told her.

"And look at this, looks like it worked out anyway..." Lisa smiled a bright, inviting smile. That gravity took over my body once again, pulling me toward her. My head lowered, my lips pursed. Lisa rose to her toes to meet me and our mouths collided. What started as a nice, tender kiss, quickly grew more passionate. I grabbed her ass and squeezed, admiring the feeling of her soft flesh and frilly lace on my palms and fingertips. I held on tight as we stumbled around until Lisa crashed backward into the counter. She practically dropped her coffee mug to the countertop, hot liquid splashing out across our hands. She winced from the heat but pulled me tighter to her, her tongue darting into my mouth. I pushed myself into her, my cock, now fully at attention, pressing into her bare stomach through my mesh shorts.

In two quick motions, Lisa's shirt was over her head and my shorts were down around my ankles. I'm not even sure who grabbed and pulled what but it didn't matter as our bodies crashed back together. My hands cupped her face, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks. My hips pressed forward, instinctively rubbing my rigid shaft against her tanned stomach.

Lisa broke our kiss and began lowering herself down my body. My cock slid over her stomach, up between her heavy breasts. The head tapped lightly at her lips as she knelt down on the linoleum floor, face to face with my impossibly hard cock. My knees weakened as she wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft. She looked up at me with those mesmerizing brown eyes, opened her mouth and-

"Is somebody cooking breakfast before we leave or- Oh!"

Lisa and I were so wrapped up in each other that we hadn't heard Chelsea coming up the stairs. We both froze, looking over at my girlfriend standing at the top of the steps, wearing only one of my t-shirts. She looked over at us with wide eyes for a second.

"Well I guess that's a no for breakfast," she finally said. "Looks like someone's already got something cooking."

She began walking toward us.

"Oh, no, please. Don't stop on my account. Go ahead... eat up."

I looked down at Lisa who looked back up at me. Once again, her mouth opened, she leaned forward and-

"Oh, fuck yea," I groaned as the warm, wet confines of her mouth enveloped my head. She began bobbing, sucking long, hard strokes across the full length of my shaft. I could feel her tongue swirl around my head every time she pulled back, teasing the sensetive underside before plunging down again.

"That looks tasty," Chelsea said, admiring Lisa's work. "Mind if I have a taste?" Before I could even register what was happening, Chelsea had joined Lisa on her knees in front of me. Lisa took one last exaggerated sucking drag of my cock, the head popping from her lips with force, saliva dripping to the kitchen floor. Chelsea didn't hesitate, leaning forward to stuff the full length into her throat.

I could feel my cock begin to swell. I let out another deep groan as Chelsea worked me over.

"Hey, save some for me!" Lisa said with a laugh before she dove back down onto my cock. My knees trembled as they passed my cock back and forth, their efforts growing more pornographic each time. Soon they were moaning and licking and stuffing the head of my cock in their cheeks, licking up the full length of my shaft, sucking my sack into their mouths while they jerked me off.

"Oh, wow."

We froze again. This time we turned to find Chris and Ariel standing outside the Master Bedroom door.

"We came out when we heard someone yell about breakfast but..." Chris' voice trailed off as he took in the sight before him.

"Seems like breakfast started without us," Ariel said. Her gaze drifted over us then to Chris.

"What do you say? Care to join the buffet?" Chelsea said.

Ariel took Chris' hand and they walked to the kitchen, shedding what little clothing they had along the way.

"We should probably get cooking. We have to be out of the house by noon and what the fuck?" It was Robert, frozen at the top of the steps like so many before him.

I should explain quickly that we had planned a huge breakfast feast for the final morning. As Robert mentioned, we had to be out by noon so we figured we would cook and eat while we cleaned and packed up so we had a nice full meal before we all hit the road. Unfortunately (was it unfortunate, though?) the breakfast plans seemed to have gone right out the window. At the very least they were postponed with a high likelihood of being canceled.

"Don't just stand there," Lisa shouted. "Get your ass in here."

Robert tossed his tank top to the floor and shimmied out of his shorts as he made his way to us in the kitchen. Chris, Robert, and I stood next to each other, rock hard dicks in a line as a row of naked beauties knelt before us.

"I don't know about you guys," Ariel said. "But I like syrup on my breakfast sausage." She reached one of her long arms up and grabbed a bottle of maple syrup from the counter. All eyes were on her as she popped the top and squirted a thick line along Robert's shaft then passed the bottle to Lisa. Lisa looked at the bottle, up to Chris, then followed suit, squirting the sticky syrup across Chris' cock. Chelsea took the bottle next and did the same, adding an extra dollop on the head of my penis before she sucked it into her mouth, slathering her tongue all around my syrupy knob.

"God this tastes so good," Lisa moaned.

"Do you want to try mine?" Ariel asked, pointing Robert's dick toward her.

"Italian breakfast sausage? Sounds delicious!" Chelsea moved over to Chris while Ariel took her place before me.

"Mmmm, mmmm, so good," Ariel moaned as she slid her lips up and down my length.

"Delicious," Chelsea added.

"You taste so good, baby," Lisa moaned before stuffing Robert's thick cock back into her mouth.

"I didn't get a taste of that one yet," Lisa said, shifting over to swallow me whole. Ariel moved down to suck Chris off while Chelsea stuffed her lips with Robert's meat.

They each added a bit of syrup and made sure to exaggerate just how delicious it tasted (or maybe they weren't exaggerating!)

They rotated again so Chelsea knelt before me. She grabbed the bottle of syrup but, instead of drizzling more onto my cock, she squirted it onto my abs.

"Oh!" I jolted as she began licking my stomach, lapping at my muscles like a dog.

"This is the most delicious waffle ever," she said with a giggle.

Lisa grabbed the bottle and squirted it across Chris' stomach. Ariel, instead, rose to her feet and opened the fridge.

"I like my waffles with whip cream," she said, pulling out an aerosol can and shaking vigorously. The girls hooted and holard and squirted the foamy cream across our bodies. It started on our stomachs but quickly moved up to our chests. The girls faces were dripping of white froth by the time they were through with us.

But they weren't through with us. And we weren't through with them. I grabbed some honey and drizzled it between Lisa's breasts, the golden liquid sliding down her cavernous cleavage, then dove in, smothering my face like a hungry bear. My lips and tongue slid across her tits and nipples as I lapped at the sweetness. Her body shuddered as I made my way up to her face where I shared the sticky goodness with her.

Then Lisa blew my mind. She dropped to her knees and crushed her glazed melons around my cock. Soon enough, the guys turned the tables on the girls. One-by-one, they spread out on the floor and we covered them with everything we could find: chocolate syrup, honey butter, jam, peanut butter. There were even some strawberries and bananas in the fridge which we used to decorate various body parts. Then we took turns devouring their bodies. The whole thing devolved into a sticky, sweaty, sugar rush. At some point Lauren and Liam showed up and joined the fun.

"Please," Lauren moaned, looking at Robert, who was nibbling away some peanuts from her thighs. Robert climbed on top of her and positioned himself right at her entrance. I pulled myself from Ariel's breasts, looking up at her adorable blue eyes. She nodded and I took my position on top of her. Chris did the same, climbing onto Chelsea then Liam mounted Lisa.